Bah.

*eyes gmail inbox, which remains stubbornly empty*

I'll be doing a State of the Subs entry on Tuesday. It...hasn't actually changed that much. *eats worms*

I should be writing. Or editing photos. Or both, because I'm the Queen of Multitasking. Instead I'm reading Romance Writer Wank (again! What is it about romance writing that drives the authors batshit insane???), and thinking about the taxes. Also laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

I'm wondering if I should send inquiries to a couple of these markets. It's been a really long time for a couple of them.

Bah.

*eyes gmail inbox, which remains stubbornly empty*

I'll be doing a State of the Subs entry on Tuesday. It...hasn't actually changed that much. *eats worms*

I should be writing. Or editing photos. Or both, because I'm the Queen of Multitasking. Instead I'm reading Romance Writer Wank (again! What is it about romance writing that drives the authors batshit insane???), and thinking about the taxes. Also laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

I'm wondering if I should send inquiries to a couple of these markets. It's been a really long time for a couple of them.

HAH.

The taxes have been beaten into submission.

My laundry is done and dry, although not put away. Five loads, two of which were bedsheets. Whee.

Gmail inbox is still empty. Which I suppose is better than a box full of rejections, so I guess I'll take it.

I still need to:

bike

vacuum

write...something

make dinner, unless I can talk the Hubby into taking us out. *considers, then starts laughing hysterically* Nevermind. Mmm. Casserole.

I've gotten to the point on the bike where I can do the whole 500 calories at once, so that's a plus. It "only" takes an hour now, rather than me having to break it up into blocs of time and resting in between so it takes twice as long. Yay.

In honor of the recent Deborah Anne MacGillivray kerfuffle, I made an icon:



And henceforth, I shall refer to people I used to call "batshit insane" as "bunny boilers." Because it's funny and I'm weird.

HAH.

The taxes have been beaten into submission.

My laundry is done and dry, although not put away. Five loads, two of which were bedsheets. Whee.

Gmail inbox is still empty. Which I suppose is better than a box full of rejections, so I guess I'll take it.

I still need to:

bike

vacuum

write...something

make dinner, unless I can talk the Hubby into taking us out. *considers, then starts laughing hysterically* Nevermind. Mmm. Casserole.

I've gotten to the point on the bike where I can do the whole 500 calories at once, so that's a plus. It "only" takes an hour now, rather than me having to break it up into blocs of time and resting in between so it takes twice as long. Yay.

In honor of the recent Deborah Anne MacGillivray kerfuffle, I made an icon:



And henceforth, I shall refer to people I used to call "batshit insane" as "bunny boilers." Because it's funny and I'm weird.